Weather Girl

A change in the weather/

For worse or for better/

Makes my heart undulate/

Like fish trolling for bait/

When the rains began to start/

They played / tattoo on my heart/

Making my love more intense/

Well, rain is wet/ it makes some sense

Then the days turned balmy/

and so did I/ constantly sniffing at the sky

Inhaling the air like a fine pinot noir/

Wondering wistfully where you are?

The sweetness of an early spring/

Mirrors the joy which love can bring

A shift in pressure barometric/

Is one more thing making/

my heart tick

And when the fog begins to slither/

It makes me want you to come hither/

A carousel of micro-climes/

Makes me more lovey all the time

© Imo Music 1/162010 Mill Valley 12:36 PM

Weather Girl Part Two

Saturday's mildness/

Gave way to a wildness/

Which always gets me going/

I feel especially cuddily/

When the winds are blowing/

The leaves are whispering secrets/

Our hearts already guess/

Ushering in hours/

Of Sunday's happiness/

Supporting the moist atmosphere/

a cloud of luminescence clear/

Titanium's the focus here/

At least for a few minutes, dear

Weather Girl Part Three

The pond ripples/ tickled by a breeze:

Hinting of nature/not quite at ease

The clouds threaten rain/

but are merely hanging/

Awaiting their close up/

When thunder starts banging/

The ducks have chosen to swim in a line/

Avoiding a tumult which will come in time/

The paths' loamy moistness/

Makes a slow transit/

Perhaps, baby grumpling,

that's just how Jah plans it/

Blessing each step which acrues pre-precip/

With weather/ it's making the most of it/

Saturday was Mediterranean

I'll think about that

when it starts to storm again.

I'm asking a question

which starts to perplex me/

Why changes in weather

make me feel sexy?/

I channel my urges through poetry/

Illustrating transmuted energy/

When tempest peaks/

I hit the sheets/

Producing vibes extra-ordinary/

2/15/11 8:51 AM

Mill Valley